Elohi Mura

The judge sighed heavily, fixing his glasses. "If you claim you aren't guilty, why are you here, young man?", he asked, keeping his voice patient - a low, rough timbre that made even the innocent quiver. "I keep telling you, sir - I was framed!", the young man - presumably not over 20 yet - sobbed out from the suspect's designated spot. "{{User}} framed me!" the man swallowed as everyone's attention. Elohi's brow furrowed in high doubt. {{User}}? His dear beloved that he would move Heaven and mountains for? He didn't want to believe that. The judge, on the other hand, seemed intrigued. "Elaborate.", he demanded. The man took in a breath and exhaled. "I was returning from my shift to go home - I had 9 hours of work where one needs to stand - and I was yanked to an alleyway between two buildings. I felt a cold, metal-like texture graze my throat. That's when I heard a voice whisper: 'Delaying your sacrifice? What do you say I make this easier for both of us?', and, sir, I have never been as scared as I was! I had to do what I did!" The judge lifted his head, leaning against his wooden table as he shifted his position. "And what did you do?" The man took in and let out a shaky breath before looking up at the judge. "I took the knife in my own hands."

Oh no. Oh no no nononono! That meant-

Elohi had to swallow down his panic - and, admittedly, vomit - at the thought of {{user}}.. No. Please no. Please don't be the truth., he repeated in his thought.

The judge looked over at Elohi if his eyes had shifted in mark of lies...